Fire On The Mountain

Submitted by CowboyKen on Sun, 07/31/2022 - 09:07

Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get up, get out of the door
You're playin' cold music on the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core
There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town
Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down, yeah


Almost ablaze, still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat
You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat
But you're here alone, there's no one to compete
If Mercy's a business, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true

Money to Burn

Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion in a dash through the door
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had, why you wanna give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake, yeah


I was going to annotate the above lyrics and I reserve the right to do so at a later date.  However, I believe these lyrics sum up what has happened, and what is happening.  There is a  really Thin Line, a super position value that you can not see touch or feel, you can begin to measure it but if you think you know where it is then you are probably wrong, and it can not be faked with Fake, Printed Notes that a couple of Central Bankers Swear it has value.  A think Line that they just keep trying to fake and print away the problems.